All Chapters of KIDNAPPED TO VEGAS (A Spicy Badboy Romance): Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

~~~DIANA~~~I step back from him and wrap my arms around myself because I don't know what else to do with my hands. They're trembling. My heart, my body, the ground—everything is just shaking."Go back to your car, Cairo. Just go." I bark at him.But he not moving. He's standing there with his car door still open behind him, the engine still running, and he's staring at me like I just took something that belongs to him."I'm not going anywhere," he exhales.A weak laugh sits on my lips, but there's nothing funny about any of this. "You already did, Cairo. In the red room. In the car. You already left me."He takes a step closer and I want to step back but the stairs are behind."Diana, I'm standing right here. I'm not leaving."His face looks serious, his eyes pleading and glistening in the dark, but it's just so hard to believe any of this."You threw my clothes at me without looking at me." "You didn't catch me when I almost fell. You told me what we did was rape. You drove me h

~~~EDEN~~~Mom makes crackling sounds as she sets the plates on the table. It used to be my favorite sound as her little boy, but now it's too loud. Too fucking loud.I can't believe she really went back to him.I took her out on a date. I tried to give her a nice treatment, but she served me divorce papers.Fucking divorce papers!And as if that wasn't enough, she went to him."Goddamn it!" I slam my fist on the table. The plates jump and rattle against each other. I haven't been able to get over Diana's voice from last night. The way she begged for that psycho's dick. The sounds she kept making for him."Eden? Son, are you alright?" Mom's voice disrupts my thoughts. I look up and see the panic in her face. Fuck, her face has gotten even more wrinkly than the last time I saw her on our wedding day. But I'm not interested in having a chat with her right now. She's just gonna give me her stupid lectures about how to treat Diana well. That's what I fucking tried to do yesterday, isn'

~~~CAIRO~~~The ice cream shop is one of those fancy places with pink walls and gold spoons and prices that make no damn sense for something that’s gonna melt in five minutes.But Diana mentioned it once, back when I still thought she was Sienna. She said she liked the ice cream towers. The ones with the chocolate flakes and the little wafer cookies stuck in the side like decorations. I’ve been racking my brain, trying to picture what that looked like and where to get the best, so I found a place in Cali.Now I’m standing in line like a regular person, holding my phone up so Skye can see the display case filled with a bunch of different dramatic decorations."Daddy, is that an ice cream shop you’re in?"Her voice blasts through my phone speaker, loud enough that the woman in front of me turns to give me ‘that look.’ I give her nothing back, just an intimidating flat stare, and she turns around real quick."Yeah, princess. It’s an ice cream shop."Skye’s face fills the screen. Her h

My heart rate has spiked to levels that feel dangerous, it's pounding so loud I can’t even hear myself. Cold sweat is literally breaking out all over my skin, making my clothes stick to me in the worst way. I didn't know things would escalate to this. I’ve never even had a speeding ticket, and now I’m waiting for the cops to show up at our door.But Eden is bleeding. The red blood is soaking into his hand, dripping onto the carpet we picked out together three years ago. It looks bad. It looks really, really bad for me."I’m innocent," I whisper to myself. My voice sounds thin, like it’s about to disappear. I look at him, trying to find a shred of the man I thought I married. But he's not there anymore."The cops can't do anything to me, Eden. I’m gonna tell them exactly what you did.”“I’m gonna tell them how you tried to force yourself on me. I’m gonna tell them everything."Eden’s cheeks lift with a mocking, bloody smile. He doesn't even look scared. He looks like he’s watchin

The car finally stops with a heavy crunch of gravel under the tires. My lungs have definitely forgotten how to breathe, and I’m trembling so much that I can barely keep my hands together.The man sitting next to me just reaches over and pushes the door open without wasting a minute. He doesn't grab me or yank me this time; he actually holds the door open and gestures for me to step out like I’m a queen about to walk onto a red carpet instead of a dark, abandoned field. As my feet hit the ground, the night air rushes over my skin. It’s so much colder out here."Get out! You can't be doing this!" Eden's voice screams from the other side of the car. He’s putting up a fight and flailing like a toddler having a tantrum. “I’m calling the real cops, you hear me! You’re all going to prison for the rest of your lives!"I can't even look at him. To me, at this very moment, Eden is nonexistent because my eyes and everything in me have been totally claimed and possessed by a certain someone. A